Young Master He, with quick eyes and hands, cautiously moved Uncle Meng to a corner to prevent him from getting caught up in the commotion.
Shu Yu already found a sturdy rope and tied up Jiang Kuanyu's hands and feet. Only then did the mountain bandit shift his body off him, exhaling slowly.
He then looked at Shu Yu's wrist as she picked up the wristbow she had dropped earlier and fastened it back on her right wrist. The mountain bandit shrank back slightly, not expecting her to have two wristbows—truly a sign of wealth.
Fortunately, he had surrendered early on; otherwise, he'd be just like the man on the ground, without a breath left.
Jiang Kuanyu lay on the ground, moving his hands and feet fiercely, glaring at them angrily.
Shu Yu squatted in front of him and smiled, "Young Master Jiang, it's truly unexpected to meet again under such circumstances."
